His Saiyan Queen [Complete]

Super Saiyan Royalty

"Wait, why can't I wear black?" Hela complained to the maid who was sifting through her wardrobe.

"Because the ceremony requires the soon to be princess to wear pure colors like white,"

Hela wanted to gag. All she ever wore were dark colors. Lucky for her, there was no talk of a dress. Not many Saiyans wore dresses and if they did, there was usually protective leggings under it. So, she was thrilled that she could wear anything she pleased, as long as it wasn't dark and tattered. A knock on the door brought Hela from the torture of picking out her clothes.

"Come in," Hela called out.

Kakarot's enormous hair peeked through the door before he did. He wore his regular warrior uniform, it almost matched his father's. Sitting down on the bed, next to Hela, he looked at her options.

"What, no dress?"

Hela punched him in the arm, "I will hurt you."

He rubbed his aching arm, "You just did!"

Grinning, Hela turned her attention back to the clothes the maid set in front of her, "What do you think Kakarot? White or yellow? They wouldn't let me wear my black cloak."

"I think the yellow would look nice. You'd actually look like a lady- ouch," Kakarot groaned when an elbow went into his side.

"White it is then," Hela grinned, "I don't trust your judgment."

She walked into her private bathroom and changed in there. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased. She wore blue protective leggings, white combat boots, and a low, white v neck shirt that made her already large boobs look bigger. Frowning, she pulled the shirt up a little but otherwise was happy. Walking into the room, she was greeted with Kakarot flirting with the maid. Hela almost gagged.

"I'm wearing the cloak," Hela demanded.

The maid frowned, "It's black,"

"And I'm the princess apparently so what I says goes, correct? I'm wearing a cloack, I have a blue one. That'll do right?"

She nodded in response, even though Hela knew she wanted to argue.

"So, I don't have to do my hair, right?" Hela asked the maid.

She perked up instantly, "Of course you do. We may not do many formal things like dressing up but that doesn't mean you can't look good. Come here, I will braid your hair."

Letting out a groan, Hela walked over to the bed. Kakarot kept her company as her hair was being braided. It took forever since her hair went down to her waist. Cracking jokes, Kakarot kept Hela's mind occupied. Once it was finished she was able to stand and look at the finished product. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed the small, beautiful braid that wrapped around her head and the larger braid that went down her back. She never felt so pretty before.

"Thank you," Hela said, "When am I supposed to walk out?"

Kakarot smiled, "When the guard knocks on the door. I'll escort you outside."

Sitting back on the bed, Hela put her head on Kakarot's shoulder. He chuckled. Excusing herself, the maid left the room. Once the door clicked shut Kakarot leaned back, laying on her bed. Following his lead, Hela laid down. She was careful not to disrupt her hair.

"I honestly don't think I can do this," Hela stated, "I'm not cut out to be a princess."

He grinned, "Lucky for you, you're a Saiyan Princess. I heard before King Piccolo ruled earth there were princesses and kings and queens at earth who had to wear frilly dresses, go to balls, and had to look perfect the entire time,"